After a second weekend of demo, our house is definitely looking worse for the wear. I can see through some walls now. Where plaster and lath once were, the dust is now settling on giant gaping holes. And our front yard was (as of Sunday) looking very “scrap yard”-esque, complete with busted toilet. I don't think a sight line from the upstairs bathroom to the front door is what they meant by "open concept".
Even while it appears to all be falling to ruin, ripping everything out really gives off that "blank slate" vibe. It’s hard to imagine bathing your kids in your fictitious new bathroom if a pastel pink tub and grungy toilet are still in your midst. So, now a significant portion of what we initially purchased is sitting in a 30 yard dumpster. We're feeling a little lighter and a little closer to our house becoming our home.
Thankfully, there wasn't much uncovered that surprised us. As I mentioned before, there was no sugar coating the state of this house. It looked like that bag of bread you forgot about in the pantry for a few weeks that’s now sporting neon blue mold; all its problems were pretty obvious. But our biggest underestimation thus far was just how much junk we were going to remove. We started out, blindly, with two little “Bagsters” from Home Depot. I pulled this straight from “The Bagster” website:
Jobs the Bagster bag can handle:
Unfortunately, it cannot handle all of the aforementioned projects at one time. Our two sad Bagsters were packed full. If they had been suitcases, I would have been sitting on top of them in an effort to zip them up. Not to mention we would later do some very basic math to figure out that a 30 yard dumpster was going to be much cheaper. So we cut our losses and moved up to the big leagues.
These past few days have brought us nearly to the end of our demo stage. Both bathrooms and the studio are gutted. In the master bedroom, both closets were removed and brick exposed behind where the toilet will eventually sit in the master bath. We also exposed brick in the dining room on the wall leading into the kitchen. Drop ceilings came down in 3 rooms, adding a whole extra foot of ceiling height to those spaces. Aaron also ripped down the poorly tiled living room ceiling. We are both in awe at the meticulous nature of lath & plaster and the copious amounts of dust & material it produces.
The kitchen is its own beast. Aside from a few touch ups, it will be a completely separate renovation. I don't think we're ready to discover why there is a cabinet door screwed over part of a huge hole in the ceiling. So for now, the kitchen drop ceiling (and floral accent tile) stays. More #hessfixerupper updates (and coverage of my adventures on Craigslist) coming soon!
About the Author:
Tasha is a freelance artist, stay-at-home mama, and, in her husbands words, a lifestyle manager. She and Aaron are in the midst of renovating their 94 year old home while raising their sassy daughters, Adelaide & Emma.
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